-- Coco Chanel
MY COCO CHANEL, by SlimCutta
"Sweet like rich chocolate from godiva...
Running off my tongue like syrupy strawberry drippings...
My Coco Chanel...a special blend...
Her inevitable eyes of African Queens from before...
Live in her soul made of the Nile...
East African bloodines...her richness flows evenly...
Through her skin of brown and caramel...
Deep but yet purer than the diamonds...
Mined in the various parts of her appendages...
She delicately smiles...only pearls are her teeth...
My Coco Chanel...a special blend...
Dreaddlocked...braided...long flowing...
Strands of black and brown...
Shoot from her roots of her scalp...
Binding her so pertinently as Samson was...
House flass shaped and hips being rotated...
Delivering a full 360 Degrees of interpretation...
Legs long like the coast of the dark continent...
Rigid in places of security...Smooth in places of purity...
My Coco Chanel...a special blend...
Feet cute as a button made from the dark ivory...
Sun ablazoned its tattoed color of truth...Black...
Hands and fingers...tailored made by the hard work in the fields of beauty...
Chest contoured for the betterment of her off seed...and beings to be...
Understanding her spine and back belonging to carry them also...
My Coco Chanel...a special blend...
Delving into the mental aspects of a woman made right...
Sensing the wonders of a Queen to be adored...
Delicacy is pushed aside as independence is lured in front...
The parts of her thoughts they belong to the world...
Are public display...
While her private mental playground...
Is left for those to charter...
Such as the first visitors to Africa...
Claming savages and dark jungles...
While they never lit a candle to is intelligence..."
